I spotted this field near Mudgee this week. I don't know if it's a failed winter crop turned into hay or whether it was a field always destined to be hay. Either way, I love to photograph bailed hay.
A poem for today
The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth and old favourite.
There is something pleasing with looking at and photographing hay.
ReplyDeleteMust be the Monet in us.
DeleteMaybe it was a hay crop Joan Elizabeth, or wheat maybe? Whatever, as you say, the bales are tres photogenic ✨
ReplyDeleteI live in the country but know little about agricultural things. Perhaps I will learn in time.
DeleteMemories of when hubby still lived in the countryside, awww, thank you!
ReplyDeleteGlad it has brought you joy as it did me.
DeleteLovely photograph :)
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
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A sight I was quite used to growing up. The fields in the farm across the road always had hay bales in the fall.
ReplyDeleteThey would have been small rectangles then rather than these round monsters
DeleteThere's a lot of hay grown in our area and it's intentional. I think it may be a crop grown in soils that don't support more productive agriculture but it certainly has plenty of value in areas where there's livestock.
ReplyDeleteBecause of the drought there is a lot of interest in hay around here too. Farmers are still hand feeding despite some recent rain. The drought caused some winter crops to not grow as hoped and hence turned into hay. I understand hay prices are very high at present because of the current high demand.
DeleteI just checked the drought map and our area is identified a “drought affected” but not far from us is shown as “drought”and a little beyond that as “intense drought” so we are the lucky ones.
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